Summon yourself to me, my dear, for I will now penetrate you in the posterior with my fist. Today, I am consumed by carnal desires, seeking to experience the depths of depravity through the act of fisting and oral pleasure accompanied by waste matter. The scent of waste matter is exhilarating, its tendrils infiltrating the senses. The sensation of soft waste matter between my fingers, nestled within the servant’s posterior, is delightful. And the taste of waste matter on an aroused phallus is akin to a peppery kick, inciting a ravenous hunger for more.